Se connecterIn a world where power and status is everything, Princess Hazel, only determined to always be by her father, finds out she's at the cross road between life and death as numerous threats come for her life. In a bid to protect his daughter, the Alpha hires a Rogue Bodyguard, Remy to be her guide, but is this fate messing with them as they find out they are true mates? In a circle of betrayal, revenge, love-triangle and mate bond, can Remy and Hazel defy their fate? or will the dark secrets of their past set the path for blood and enmity, covering any trace of peace?
Voir plusHazel’s POV I still haven’t seen Father since his meeting, but I know they will approve of this laughable marriage. It’s crazy to be boldly rejected in public; it is as though he is some kind of god debunking whatever shame he has brought to me and my family to demand a marriage with my life as an excuse.I sighed and stared at my empty glass. A shiny, colored ceramic teacup. It was my favorite because Mother used it before she died. Well, you might be wondering why I would keep something that constantly reminds me that she’s no more. The thing is, somehow it makes me feel closer to her, like she’s here; the only difference is I cannot really see her.The cool evening breeze brushed through my perfectly combed hair as I lifted my head and pulled the plate of sweets closer to me. Princess Hazel, it’s not safe here without your bodyguard. I could lose my job,” Gwen lamented, running her eyes around to check if we were the only ones here.I chuckled, threw a tiny square box of choc
Damian’s POV I tightened my grip on the plastic paintbrush in my hand as a heavy sigh escaped from my mouth. My eyes lingered on the painting of her: Hazel. Her piercing ocean blue eyes that seem to seep deeper into my soul whenever I look at them. Why wouldn’t she see me differently? How much do I want to be there for her and take good care of her? I broke the brush and threw it at the far corner of the room, causing the fresh liquid from the brush tip to stain the marble floor. A maid behind me rushed to clean up the mess I had just made, but I sent her off. My eyes wandered to the paintings on the wall. I chuckled, realizing almost every single painting here was of her. Is this unhealthy, like she had said? Well, it’s clear how much love I have for her, so it shouldn’t be a problem. Right? The image of that annoying bodyguard of hers came up in my mind, and it only intensified the rage boiling in my chest. I balled my hands into a fist to the point I could see the blood sto
Hazel’s POV I sat down on the edge of my bed as I stared at the white curtains dancing around as the wind blew. The weight of what happened earlier was still on the verge of consuming me whole. It felt as though I was drowning in a deep blue sea with no hand stretched out to get me. To think my father was supporting this made the ache in my chest grow even heavier. I laid down properly on the bed and stretched out my legs with my shiny heels still on my feet. No matter how hard I tried, I still couldn’t shake off the feeling. “Why does my chest hurt so bad? I hate being alone,” I mumbled under my breath as hot tears slid down my eyes. I sniffed and burst into uncontrollable tears. It sucked to be miserable and a princess at that. The words of that witch replayed in my head, and I couldn’t help but let the tears fall freely. To be put in a position like that, it’s so unfair. “Princess Hazel, I heard from one of the maids that you were rejected by a mere rogue,” Lady Victoria sassed
Remy's POV The air in the throne room was thick with tension, each heartbeat could be heard, as could the sound of Hazel's clothing rubbing against each other. I could feel the brewing conflict cooking, but it was not in my place to intervene. "Father, what was that all about?” She questioned, her brows drew together in a thin line. Finally breaking the silence. "I did this for you, my flower," the alpha assured her, sincerity evident in his tone. He could still be lying. She scoffed. “For me? You chose Damian over me, over your daughters happiness," she roared, with veins popped on her forehead. He massaged his temple and sat upright. “Hazel, please! Let's not do this right now.”Seeing where all this was going, I don't think spoilt princess would listen. Bet she hates Damian that much. Just accept it. I stood still, with my arms crossed across my chest. She clearly has some guts, calling the alpha out for deciding for her: exactly what a spoilt brat would do when they don't h
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